sup bitches?

2:30am: - Eldridge & Jessie were still playin poker at Steve’s. (Steve’s our crazy neighbor from across the street. hahaha)
5:30am: Jessie came home & went straight up to my room all pissed, slammin’ the door. i was like, "what the fuck is wrong witchoo?" then he said something about the poker game. you know how it is: POKER + BEER = TROUBLE. he said Eldridge didn’t give him time to think before folding.  no matter what, he would’ve lost anyways. so, i came downstairs. saw Eldridge eating the Crispy Pata i brought home form work. he was ok until i told him that jessie was all pissed and shit. then, the unexpected happened. Eldridge fuckin ran upstairs, yellin and cursin like it’s 4:00 in the afternoon. "WHAT THE FUCK BITCH…YOU GOT A FUCKIN PROBLEM?" Jessie pushed him, he pushed him back. man, i tried stopping them. but fuck, i just got my fuckin nails done, y’know?! i never screamed so loud tho, i swear. "STOP IT! JESSIS, STOP !!! BHAE, STOP!!!…OH MY GOD!!! but it was too late. the fuckin closet doors were already destroyed. but it didnt stop there. Jessie walked downstairs escourting Eldridge to the front door. GET THE FUCK OUT, BITCH! OUT OF MY FUCKIN HOUSE!!! and that’s when i was like, "JESSIE JUSTGO BACK UPSTAIRS AND GO TO FUCKIN SLEEP!!! GO! NOW! meanwhile, Eldridge went back to the kitchen table and continued eating. Jessie, (being so retarded) walked towards Eldridge and tried to take his food away. (you dont do that, ok. not to someone who’s drunk and starving) before i even pulled Jessie back, food’s already all over the goddamn floor. finally, to stop the chaos, i got a chair and held it up above my head: JESS, I SWEAR IF YOU DON’T GO UPSTAIRS, IM GONNA TOSS THIS SHIT!!! (aiming at the glass sliding door) AND IM DEFINITELY NOT PAYING FOR IT!!!

-SILENCE-

Ten minutes later, Eldridge went back upstairs. soon as he saw Jessie sleeping, he got more mad. (guess coz he wanted to fight) he then punched the goddamn mirror. OMG!!! he started bleeding.

GREAT! he got a cut…it was so bad i had to rush him to the ER. it’s fuckin ridiculous! we got there around 6:45am. Nurse said he needs possible stiches. OUCH! other than that, everything’s ok. jeeezzz…. *a sigh of relief* when Doc said we’re ready to go. finally! i can S L E E P!!! (wow, i just fuckin noticed ive been up for 24 hours straight…)

so then, we got home as if nothing happened. what can we do but take more pictures and laugh about it=) hahahhaa……

anyways, i need to rest…gudnite folks. till me next blog.

sweetdreams,

-golda

talk about temptation. i was at the mall last tuesday & i just couldn’t help but to stop by Victoria’s Secret. ("just to look") i already know it wasn’t gonna be a good idea, knowing that i am a shopaholic!!! i’m a very a compulsive spender who gets a rush from a "find" or a "bargain." did i say "bargain?" fuck yah…isn’t more fun if you’re shopping & there’s a huge SALE goin on? anyways, like most of my friends, i consider shopping as a therapy. that’s right, a therapy!

advice to the ladies: after fighting with your boyfriend, don’t cry. it’s a fuckin waste of time. check out the boutiques along Melrose Ave & Robertson Blvd in LA, or SoHo in Lower Manhattan, and let me know what’s on sale. hahahaha

–so anyways, back to my story….after about an hour of browsing, i found everything i’m looking for. as for my total?

actually, it’s $192.17. it’s the freakin tax that killed me. UGHHH!!!! i miss shopping in Jersey=) -that’s right….NO TAX!!!

oh well, im happy! -so happy that ill let you see one of the cute panties i bought! hahaha…..Ssshh, it’s a secret….

ok, that’s it for now. thx for reading this lousy blog. till next time

nite,

gold